Having each established themselves as experts of the genre, the rom-com pairing that Hollywood has been eagerly anticipating finally hits the silver screen. And while you know well in advance what you're getting - he's going to be half Romeo, half foppish buffon, she's Miss Cute-but-Clumsy - they do generate a sparkling chemistry.

They may not be on a par with Spencer Tracy and Catherine Hepburn for comic squabbling, but Grant and Bullock add a zesty fizz to the proceedings.

Which is handy, as the film itself is frothy and pretty forgettable.

He's a millionaire property developer, she's his brilliant attorney. Grant, in his charming, self-absorbed way, treats her more like a nanny than a legal eagle. Bullock, tied of choosing his ties for him, decides to hand in her notice. At which point he realises he really can't live without her.

But while the plot is formula-driven, the comedy banter between the two leads is great fun, where one-liners and pratfalls abound. It's an ideal film for the Valentine weekend - enough romance for longer term couples to hold hands to, enough comedy for commitmentphobes and first-daters to laugh along with.

The original movie was a sleeper hit, with its theme of trying to outwit the Grim Reaper sprinkled with humour and knowing nods towards the audience.

And there was something very engaging in seeing a whole bunch of far too wholesome and handsome college kids get killed in strange and inventive ways as Death looked to make sure that no one got out of the film alive. With its no-star policy (although several went on to make names for themselves afterwards) you had no way of knowing who was likely to go next, or if any were going to survive.

With moviegoers knowing what to expect this time, the film just goes for more of the same, but with added slaughter. This time around, a fresh batch of newcomer stars and starlets escape a freeway pile-up that should have killed them, before slowly realising that Death doesn't like being made to look stupid and is keen to cross them off his audit lists.

Luckily, they link up with one of the very few kids who managed to finish the last film still breathing. But there's still plenty of reason for them all to fear the Reaper.

Young conman Frank W. Abagnale worked as a doctor, a lawyer and a co-pilot for a major airline company - all before reaching his 21st birthday. As well as a master of deception, Frank (DiCaprio) was also a clever forger, whose skill at cheque fraud netted him millions of dollars in stolen funds, and made him the youngest man to figure on the FBI's 10 Most Wanted list.

Looking more as his fan base remembers him from his Titanic days - slim and smiling rather than the pumped-up scowl of Gangs of New York - DiCaprio takes us smoothly through Abagnale's character arc, from immature charm through to the pathos of despair, in a well-crafted performance.

Doggedly chasing him through Spielberg's nostaglic image of 1960s America is Tom Hanks as FBI agent Carl Hanratty. At least for Leo there's no danger of scene stealing by a co-star here, as Hanks doesn't really stretch himself at any point, content to rely on screen presence rather than any great insight into the character.

It's a bright and fluffy caper, a colourful piece of cinematic confectionary based on a true story. Fun and lively, it's also somewhat inconsequential.